Wednesday, October 24, 2007

A Little Flair in the Flatware

Some day I will have a house. And when I have that house, it will have cupboards filled with all sorts of delightful trinkets. And this will be my flatware.

POKETO ARTIST MELAMINE PLATES by Ogi (SET OF 2)
http://www.greenergrassdesign.com/poketoartistmelamineplatesbyogi.html

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Thou Art All Ice

I like that there are many different kinds of ice. It seems refreshing that there are so many options for all of us--like someone is looking out for us. Here at the office we have bumpy ice, the kind that's rough and easy to chew. That is my favorite. My other favorite is airplane ice, the one with the hole in the middle that you can stick your tongue through. I feel rather strongly in my dislike of the standard cube ice that comes in most ice trays. I'm not a fan either of the longer rectangular ice made by most freezer ice machines. That ice is too slimy and aggressive at the same time.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

My Spoon Is Too Big!

Greetings. I am Shannon, my favorite word is "phlegm," my favorite song is "The Final Countdown" by Journey, my favorite foods are cereal and cornbread, and my favorite opera is Wagner's "Der Ring des Nibelungen." Today marks an important day--I have had two plants in my office for two weeks exactly and they are not dead. Well, to be frank, I'm a little confused about the situation. On one of them, the leaves are getting a little brown at the edges, but on the other hand, it seems perky enough. And I certainly am fond of things that are perky.

It's going to be difficult not discoursing on work here. However, we all know what happens when one does that--death and destruction and loss of job. Besides, I've frequently been chided on how much I put in writing. Oops, once I put that I would like to kill my boss in writing. Shit, there I go again. But how could I ever be suspected? Haven't you fallen prey to my Southern charm?

Speaking of operas, I am going to "Die Zauberflöte" next month. My dad informed me that it is artistically inconceivable to like both "Die Zauberflöte" and "Der Ring des Nibelungen"--it's either Wagner the brilliant Nazi or Mozart the angelic pervert, no exceptions. I will report back, do not fear. I suspect that I'm a Wagner girl, although on the other hand, a three-hour opera might be much easier to stomach than an 18-hour one. Just think of how much sex could be had and food could be consumed and books could be devoured in those extra 15 hours. It's definitely worth considering.

That's all. I am going to return to my work--after playing my move in online Scrabble.